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Fuck You Blind

I'm on the brink I wonder what u bitches think
like Madonna walkin round like you ship doesn't stink
No class jack ass bitches actin like a burro
dressed in black head to toe thinkin you're so fuckin euro
Tryin to act Manhattan when you're from some little village
In a Public Enemy shirt and it's all for your image
Cuz any other rap you think it's crap fuckin trash
Bitch talk your shit just never let me get that ass
cuz
(Chorus)
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
Back in school I knew this chick her name was Sara Bolerdies
and she thought she was the shit becuz she dated older guys
Dumb bitch fuckin whore always wanted to get laid
but never gave the pussy up to anybody in her grade
Played me like a sucker
like a bitch like a punk
that little pussy lickin finger fuckin ho ass cunt
Never once did she speak to anybody in her class
so one day I told her never let me get that ass
cuz
(Chorus)I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind bitch
I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
Now all u bitches gettin fucked
gettin drunk smokin buddha,
Gettin laid and gettin played like fuckin Amy Papuda
Better chill with that before u kill the cat
before u spend your fuckin life lying on your back
U ain't gotta let me fuck u to be liked
get a grip, shit I'll like u just the same if u suck a good dick
And yo I'm not speakin to all u girls at my shows
I'm speakin directly to all u fuckin bitches and hoes
Huh
cuz I love women ones who chill drink and laugh
But if your fake ho don't ever cross my muther fuckin path

Born 2 B a Hick

See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school. I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on the biskit lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And i was born to be a hick
ohhh i was born to be a hick man
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on the biskit lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And i was born to be a hick
See i was born to be a hick man
Yeah i was born to be a hick man
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm a shot gun tokin I'm a John Deer drivin
I'm a hiiiiiiick
Ahhh har

My Oedipus Complex

I need somebody won't u help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please please help me
I need somebody u must tell me who I am
I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation
I never liked my old man
I couldn't stand to be around him
Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture
My heart turns to stone and I think of this

You never loved me you never held me tight
instead u shook me like a beast to wake me up at night
u tried to make me think that your ways were best
when all I was was an outlet for all your stress

Life it's the ultimate sin
A game with no rules that you're expected to win
My personal hell's hidden with a grin
"Dad take the stand and let the trial begin"
U said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool
Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool
U should've went to school like your bigger brother
but you played the fool with a different color
Runnin' ship with a whip
I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped
Money made u so wise
how could u look thru my face and not see your own eyes
Do as i say and not as I do
but I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see u
And oh the pain how it hurts
it was always your home and your business that came first
U said a man is as good as his word
but your mind was closed and mine never herd
They say the nut don't fall far from the tree
look at u then look at me

U ain't nothin to me u've never been to me
And all u ever gave a damn about was money see
So now fuck u man you ain't shit to me
And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free
Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy
and I know at times I was not always there for you
We never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time
but understand growin up son I never had a dime
So I worked my ass off and I put myself thru college
and everything I have to this day u know I built it all
Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost between us
I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you
Son I said I'm sorry
Son I said I'm sorry but still u resent me so
Son I said I'm sorry and why do u resent me so

I always loved u I always cared for u
just never wanted U to go thru what I've been thru
I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know
and now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know
Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Abortion

My veins are poppin' from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about?
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
And dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime?
Cause I've been missin' you
I've never heard you cry
I've never seen you why
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things Ive done
I'm dieing in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, my gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeah yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeahhhh heyaaaaa
You got me, sad and lonely
But I'm me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so lonely
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry

I Wanna Go Back

1995/2000 (R.J. Ritchie) From "Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp"

Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem
With some friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the steps
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Boom, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those who loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And Im grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track

Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back (x2)

Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
Im pourin beer out for y'all
Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
But sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right and to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it dont stop

I Wanna Go Back (x3)

I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and I lost my way,
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
Cause ta me life a have now lives for two

Ya' Keep On

Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho dont call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya dont want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoe's with the real shit

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya dont just step to the rear son
I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit

Fuck That

I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
-- so all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like 'YAHHHHHHHH!!!'
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT!

I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
-- but in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like *SNIFFFFFF*
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT!

I see lights in my sights but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong
-- say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like {*guitar riff*}
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT!

And while your out gangbangin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch
gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis,
but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D, R-O-C-K'in
Rhyme sayin, guitar playin'
Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What its like to be so real
You got the beats, and the rhymes,
but you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax
So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hand
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
Just ta make ends meet
October 31st, yellin' 'Trick-or-treat'
'Oh arent you a little old to be trickin'
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at
West side, hoes like cars so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
I got a new jingle I'm about to go off
Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if you'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum
Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump

3 Sheets to the Wind (What's My Name)

Ohh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid motherfucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing, strong like a bison
Rough like Brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm tripping on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sipping on
A big fat booty's what I'm gripping on
but for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the motherfucking A.M.
As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name

3 sheets to the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet dragging
Tagging hoes gettin lots of trim
Getting jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew I wanna bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me
Fuck all you cops you ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playing hard for fun
Stay off my dick because I ain't the one
And for anyone trying to bust me up
You better chill with that trying to fuck me up
And if you're talking shit I'm gonna shut ya up
And all you wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one
And when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo ain't no sucker
Cuz I'm the Kiiid Rock motherfucker
Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down
I cease the cheese M.C,'s I mow down
And I show no shame cuz I'm down for main
Now come on y'all and tell me what's my name

Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp ft Joe C and Tino

A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well

And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,
Straight limpin,
Boone's Farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
the world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO

"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
when I step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
"What's up?"
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a natural born hoodlum
Not George Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm like Charlie Hooker baby
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

Intro

Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo Michigan 1985
Several years ago
Deep on the West side of Detroit
I rank souly with old and new school rules of hip hop
Don Balaw, Wes Chill and my DJ JC fresh
Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day, and night by night
But still the force was not complete
That's when we met our homeboy by the name of Kid Rock
Others had doubts of the lad because he was white
But i knew what time it was
So i put him behind the tables and this is all he had to say

American Bad Ass

Yeah
And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this!

Are you scared?

Devil without a cause
And Im back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 packs of Strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city and true
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not studder when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin' rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only god knows why
Why why why why why

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut!!!!!

I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Moiphus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin Pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never gave away
I dont play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberachies flashed
Punk rock's a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash flash

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh uh uh cut!!!!!!

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with
TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr

I'm an American bad ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's
After i rock this place
Super fly
Livin doubble wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big fuck you
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma
So fuck high school
I pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause im the shit shit shit shit
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at
Say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say
Hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey heyv
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin' Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin' Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And that's where I'm at

Prodigal Son

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank
some disagree because me rents had bank
but all that's gold don't always glitter
so I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
but I gotta make a lot just to be free
Please God Please I'll pay any cost
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
there's too much hardship there's too much pain
there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
but parasites can't fade the Rock
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
cause I hold key to my own success
and suckers that step shall be put to rest
yes, I hold the key to my own success
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
never was in a posse never wanted to be
now I've been walkin the earth since the beginning of time
and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign
all this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
but life keeps going on and on and on and on
the world's end don't worry me
and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
fussin with the girls they waste my time
thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
crucified by the critics everyday
cause I ain't really got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
but only at night because I'm a day tripper
twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack
but still life goes on
visions of red shoot through my head
and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.